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The  Silver  Song  Series  No.  13. 


ERNAN.     ios. 


Lowell  Mason. 


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As  pants  the  wearied   hart   for  cooling 

springs,  [chase, 

That  sinks  exhausted   in  the  summer's 

So  pants  my  soul  for  Thee,  great  King  of 

kings,  [place. 

So  thirsts  to  reach  Thy  sacred  dwelling- 

2  Why  throb,  my  heart?    why   sink,  my 

saddening  soul  1  [oppressed  ? 

Why  droop  to  earth  with  various  woes 
My  years  shall  yet  in  blissful  circles  roll, 
My  peace  be  yet  an  inmate  of  this  breast. 

3  Lord,  Thy  sure  mercies,  ever  in  my  sight, 
My  heart  shall  gladden  through  the  te- 
dious day ; 

And.midst  the  dark  and  gloomy  shades  of 

night,  [lay. 

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1  Evening  Worship. 

Oh,  come,  and  let  us  all,  with  one  accord, 
Lift  up  our  cheerful  voice,  and  praise  the 

Lord! 
Let  us  this  evening  bless  His  holy  Name, 
Yea,  let  us  laud  and  magnify  the  same. 

2  Let  universal  nature  ever  raise 

A  cheerful  voice  to  give  Him  thanks  and 

praise ; 
Let  us  and  all  His  saints  His  glory  sing, 
Who  is  our  blessed  Saviour,  Lord,  and 

King. 

3  Therefore  let  all  in  heaven  and  earth 

agree 
To  sing  His  praise  in  perfect  unity ; 
Yea,  let  His  servants  all,  with  one  accord, 
With  joyful  hallelujahs  praise  the  Lord. 

Anon.     Ps.  95. 


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3  The  Light. 

Lord,  bid  Thy  light  arise 

On  all  Thy  people  here, 
And  when  we  raise  our  longing  eyes, 

Oh,  may  we  find  Thee  near  ! 

2  Thy  Holy  Spirit  send, 
To  quicken  every  soul ; 

And  hearts,  the  most  rebellious,  bend 
To  Thy  divine  control. 

3  Let  all  that  own  Thy  name 
Thy  sacred  image  bear, 

And  light  in  every  heart  the  flame 
Of  watchfulness  and  prayer. 

4  Since  in  Thy  love  we  see 
Our  only  sure  relief, 

Oh,  raise  our  earthly  minds  to  Thee, 
And  help  our  unbelief ! 

W.  H.  Bathurst. 


4        Teaching  Truth. 

Come,  Spirit,  source  of  light, 

Thy  grace  is  uncon fined; 
Dispel  the  gloomy  shades  of  night, 

The  darkness  of  the  mind. 

2  Now  to  our  eyes  display 
The  truth  Thy  words  reveal ; 

Cause  us  to  run  the  heavenly  way, 
Delighting  in  Thy  will. 

3  Thy  teachings  make  us  know 
The  mysteries  of  Thy  love, 

The  vanity  of  things  below, 
The  joy  of  things  above. 

4  While  through  this  maze  we  stray, 
Oh.  spread  Thy  beams  abroad  ; 

Disclose  the  dangers  of  the  way, 
And  guide  our  steps  to  God. 

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Lord,  we  come  before  Thee  now, 
At  Thy  feet  we  humbly  bow ; 
Oh,  do  not  our  suit  disdain ! 
Shall  we  seek  Thee,  Lord,  in  vain  ? 

2  Lord,  on  Thee  our  souls  depend, 
In  compassion  now  descend  ; 

Fill  our  hearts  with  Thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  Thy  praise. 

3  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn : 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return; 

Those  that  are  cast  down  lift  up  ; 
Make  them  strong  in  faith  and  hope. 


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4  Grant  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Thee  a  God  supremely  kind ; 
Heal  the  sick ;  the  captive  free ; 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  Thee. 

William  Hammond. 
O  "The  Everlasting  Arms." 

Everlasting  arms  of  love 
Are  beneath,  around,  above  ; 
He  who  left  His  throne  of  light, 
And  unnumbered  angels  bright; — 

2  He  who  on  the  accursed  tree 
Gave  His  precious  life  for  me  ; 
He  it  is  that  bears  me  on, 

His  the  arm  I  lean  upon. 

3  All  things  hasten  to  decay, 
Earth  and  sea  will  pass  away; 
Soon  will  yonder  circling  sun 
Cease  his  blazing  course  to  run. 

4  Scenes  will  vary,  friends  grow  strange, 
But  the  Changeless  cannot  change: 
Gladly  will  I  journey  on, 

With  His  arm  to  lean  upon. 

John  R.  Macduff. 


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HURSLEY.     L.  M.  Arr.  by  W.  H.  Monk. 


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Grant  us  Thy  light,  that  we  may  know 
The  wisdom  Thou  alone  canst  give ; 

That  truth  may  guide  where'er  we  go, 
And  virtue  bless  where'er  we  live. 

2  Grant  us  Thy  light,  that  we  may  see 
Where  error  lurks  in  human  lore, 

And  turn  our  doubting  minds  to  Thee, 
And  love  Thy  simple  word  the  more. 

3  Grant  us  Thy  light,  that  we  may  learn 
How  dead  is  life  from  Thee  apart ; 

How  sure  is  joy  for  all  who  turn 
To  Thee  an  undivided  heart. 

4  Grant  us  Thy  light,  in  grief  and  pain, 
To  lift  our  burdened  hearts  above ; 

And  count  the  very  cross  a  gain, 
And  bless  our  Father's  hidden  love. 

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0  Lord,  how  full  of  sweet  content 
Our  years  of  pilgrimage  are  spent ! 
Where'er  we  dwell,  we  dwell  with  Thee, 
In  heaven,  in  earth,  or  on  the  sea. 

2  To  us  remains  nor  place  nor  time : 
Our  country  is  in  every  clime : 

We  can  be  calm  and  free  from  care 
On  any  shore,  since  God  is  there. 

3  While  place  we  seek,  or  place  we  shun, 
The  soul  finds  happiness  in  none ; 

But  with  our  God  to  guide  our  way, 
'T  is  equal  joy  to  go  or  stay. 

4  Could  we  be  cast  where  Thou  art  not, 
That  were  indeed  a  dreadful  lot ; 

But  regions  none  remote  we  call, 
Secure  of  finding  God  in  all. 

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LORD  God  of  Hosts,  by  all  adored! 
Thy  name  we  praise  with  one  accord ; 
The  earth  and  heavens  are  full  of  Thee, 
Thy  light,  Thy  love,  Thy  majesty. 

2  Loud  hallelujahs  to  Thy  name 
Angels  and  seraphim  proclaim ; 
Eternal  praise  to  Thee  is  given 

By  all  the  powers  and  thrones  in  heaven. 

3  The  holy  church  in  every  place 
Throughout  the  world  exalts  Thy  praise ; 
Both  heaven  and  earth  do  worship  Thee, 
Thou  Father  of  eternity ! 

4  From  day  to  day,  0  Lord,  do  we 
Highly  exalt  and  honor  Thee ; 


Thy  name  we  worship  and  adore, 
World  without  end  for  evermore. 

John  Gambold,  alt. 


"  Perpetual  blessings. 


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My  God,  how  endless  is  Thy  love 
Thy  gifts  are  every  evening  new ; 

And  morning  mercies,  from  above, 
Gently  distill,  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  spread'st  the  curtains  of  the  night, 
Great  Guardian  of  my  sleeping  hours; 

Thy  sovereign  word  restores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowsy  powers. 

3  I  yield  my  powers  to  Thy  command ; 
To  Thee  I  consecrate  my  days; 

Perpetual  blessings  from  Thy  hand 
Demand  perpetual  songs  of  praise. 

Isaac  Watts. 


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Come,  sound  His  praise  abroad, 
And  hymns  of  glory  sing: 

Jehovah  is  the  sovereign  God, 
The  universal  King. 

2  He  formed  the  deeps  unknown ; 
He  gave  the  seas  their  bound; 

The  watery  worlds  are  all  His  own, 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

3  Come,  worship  at  His  throne, 
Come,  bow  before  the  Lord : 

We  are  His  work,  and  not  our  own, 
He  formed  us  by  His  word. 

4  To-day  attend  His  voice, 
Nor  dare  provoke  His  rod  ; 

Come,  like  the  people  of  His  choice, 
And  own  our  gracious  God. 

Isaac  Watts. 


\2a  "Bless  the  Lord." 

Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 

Ye  people  of  His  choice  ; 
Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord  your  God, 

With  heart  and  soul  and  voice. 


2  Though  high  above  all  praise, 
Above  all  blessing  high, 

Who  would  not  fear  His  holy  name, 
And  laud,  and  magnify  ? 

3  Oh,  for  the  living  flame 
From  His  own  altar  brought, 

To  touch  our  lips,  our  souls  inspire, 
And  wing  to  heaven  our  thought! 

4  Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord  ; 
The  Lord  your  God  adore ; 

Stand  up,  and  bless  His  glorious  name, 
Henceforth,  for  evermore. 

James  Montgomery. 


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Thou  grace  divine  encircling  all, 
A  soundless,  shoreless  sea! 

Wherein  at  last  our  souls  must  fall, 
0  Love  of  God  most  free ! 


14  In  Nature. 

Lord,  when  my  raptured  thought  surveys 

Creation's  beauties  o'er, 
All  nature  joins  to  teach  Thy  praise, 

And  bid  my  soul  adore. 


2  And  though  we  turn  us  from  Thy  face, 

And  wander  wide  and  long, 
Thou  hold'st  us  still  in  Thine  embrace, 

0  Love  of  God  most  strong ! 


2  Where'er  I  turn  my  gazing  eyes, 
Thy  radiant  footsteps  shine ; 

Ten  thousand  pleasing  wonders  rise, 
And  speak  their  source  divine. 


3  The  saddened  heart,  the  restless  soul, 
The  toil-worn  frame  and  mind, 

Alike  confess  Thy  sweet  control, 
0  Love  of  God  most  kind ! 


3  On  me  Thy  providence  has  shone 
With  gentle  smiling  rays  ; 

Oh,  let  my  lips  and  life  make  known 
Thy  goodness  and  Thy  praise. 


4  And  filled  and  quickened  by  Thy  breath,  4  All-bounteous  Lord,  Thy  grace  impart! 

Our  souls  are  strong  and  free  Oh,  teach  me  to  improve 

To  rise  o'er  sin  and  fear  and  death,  Thy  gifts  with  humble,  grateful  heart, 

0  Love  of  God,  to  Thee !  And  crown  them  with  Thy  love. 


Eliza  Scuddhr 


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Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord 

God  of  Hosts!  when  heaven  and  earth, 
Out  of  darkness,  at  Thy  word 

Issued  into  glorious  birth, 
All  Thy  works  before  Thee  stood, 
And  Thine  eye  beheld  them  good, 
While  they  sung  with  sweet  accord, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord ! 

2  Holy,  holy,  holy !  all 

Heaven's  triumphant  choir  shall  sing, 
While  tbe  ransomed  nations  fall 
At  the  footstool  of  their  King: 


Then  shall  saints  and  seraphim, 
Harps  and  voices,  swell  one  hymn, 
Blending  in  sublime  accord, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord! 

James  Montgomery. 
XO  Divine  Presence. 

Lord  of  earth !  Thy  forming  hand 
Well  this  beauteous  frame  hath  planned; 
Woods  that  wave,  and  hills  that  tower, 
Ocean  rolling  in  his  power: 
Yet,  amid  this  scene  so  fair, 
Should  I  cease  Thy  smile  to  share, 
What  were  all  its  joys  to  me? 
Whom  have  I  on  earth  but  Thee  ? 

2  Lord  of  heaven!  beyond  our  sight 
Shines  a  world  of  purer  light ; 
There  in  love's  unclouded  reign 
Parted  hands  shall  meet  again : 
Oh,  that  world  is  passing  fair ! 
Yet,  if  Thou  wert  absent  there, 
What  were  all  its  joys  to  me? 
Whom  have  I  in  heaven  but  Thee? 

RoBbKT  Gkant. 


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On  mountains  and  in  valleys 

Where'er  we  go  is  God ; 
The  cottage  and  the  palace, 

Alike  are  His  abode. 
With  watchful  eye  abiding 

Upon  us  with  delight; 
Our  souls,  in  Him  confiding, 

He  keeps  both  day  and  night. 

2  Above  me  and  beside  me, 

My  God  is  ever  near, 
To  watch,  protect,  and  guide  mo. 

Whatever  ills  appear. 


Though  other  friends  may  fail  me ; 

In  sorrow's  dark  abode, 
Though  death  itself  assail  me, 

I  'm  ever  safe  with  God. 

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lO  Sovereign  Love. 

'T  is  not  that  I  did  choose  Thee, 

For,  Lord !  that  could  not  be ; 
This  heart  would  still  refuse  Thee ; 

But  Thou  hast  chosen  me  ; — 
Hast,  from  the  sin  that  stained  me, 

Washed  me  and  set  me  free, 
And  to  this  end  ordained  me, 

That  I  should  live  to  Thee. 

2  'T  was  sovereign  mercy  called  me, 

And  taught  my  opening  mind; 
The  world  had  else  enthralled  me, 

To  heavenly  glories  blind. 
My  heart  owns  none  above  Thee ; 

For  Thy  rich  grace  I  thirst ; 
This  knowing, — if  I  love  Thee, 

Thou  must  have  loved  me  first. 

JOSIAH    CONDEK 


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0  Love  Divine !  that  stooped  to  share 
Our  sharpest  pang,  our  bitterest  tear, 

On  Thee  we  cast  each  earth-born  care, 
We  smile  at  pain,  while  Thou  art  near. 


2  Though  long  the  weary  way  we  tread, 
Aud  sorrow  crown  each  lingering  year, 

No  path  we  shun,  no  darkness  dread, 
Our  hearts   still   whispering,  Thou  art 
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3  When  drooping  pleasure  turns  to  grief, 
And  trembling  faith  is  changed  to  fear, 

The  murmuring  wind,  the  quivering  leaf, 
Shall  softly  tell  us  Thou  art  near. 

4  On  Thee  we  fling  our  burdening  woe, 
0  Love  Divine,  forever  dear ; 


Content  to  suffer  while  we  know, 
Living  or  dying,  Thou  art  near! 

O.  VV.  Holmes. 
20  Divine  Providence. 

God  of  the  world !  Thy  glories  shine, 
Through  earth  and  heaven  with  rays  divine ; 
Thy  smile  gives  beauty  to  the  flower, 
Thine  anger  to  the  tempest  power. 

2  God  of  eternal  life !  Thy  love 
Doth  every  stain  of  sin  remove ; 

The  cross,  the  cross, — its  hallowed  light 
Shall  drive  from  earth  her  cheerless  night. 

3  God  of  all  goodness !  to  the  skies 
Our  hearts  in  grateful  anthems  rise ; 
And  to  Thy  service  shall  be  given 
The  rest  of  life,  the  whole  of  heaven. 

S.  S.  Cutting. 


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Lord  of  all  being ;  throned  afar, 
Thy  glory  flames  from  sun  and  star; 
Center  and  soul  of  every  sphere, 
Yet  to  each  loving  heart  how  near ! 


22  Sovereignty. 

Lord,  my  weak  thought  in  vain  would  climb 
To  search  the  starry  vault  profound ; 

In  vain  would  wing  her  flight  sublime, 
To  find  creation's  outmost  bound. 


2  Sun  of  our  life,  Thy  quickening  ray 
Sheds  on  our  path  the  glow  of  day  ; 
Star  of  our  hope,  Thy  softened  light 
Cheers  the  long  watches  of  the  night. 


2  But  weaker  yet  that  thought  must  prove 
To  search  Thy  great  eternal  plan, — 

Thy  sovereign  counsels,  born  of  love 
Long  ages  ere  the  world  began. 


3  Our  midnight  is  Thy  smile  withdrawn  ; 
Our  noontide  is  Thy  gracious  dawn; 
Our  rainbow  arch  Thy  mercy's  sigfl ; 
All,  save  the  clouds  of  sin,  are  Thine! 


3  When  my  dim  reason  would  demand 
Why  that,  or  this,  Thou  dost  ordain, 

By  some  vast  deep  I  seem  to  stand, 
Whose  secrets  I  must  ask  in  vain. 


4  Lord  of  all  life,  below,  above, 
Whose  light  is  truth,  whose  warmth  is  love, 
Before  Thy  ever-blazing  throne 
We  ask  no  luster  of  our  own. 


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4  When  doubts  disturb  my  troubled  breast, 
And  all  is  dark  as  night  to  me, 

Here,  as  on  solid  rock,  I  rest ; 
That  so  it  seemeth  good  to  Thee. 

Anon. 


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23  Continued  Help. 

When  all  Thy  mercies,  0  my  God! 

My  risiDg  soul  surveys, 
Transported  with  the  view,  I  'm  lost 

In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 
Unnumbered  comforts,  to  my  soul, 

Thy  tender  care  bestowed, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 

From  whom  those  comforts  flowed. 

2  When,  in  the  slippery  paths  of  youth, 
With  heedless  steps,  I  ran, 

Thine  arm,  unseen,  conveyed  me  safe, 

And  led  me  up  to  man. 
Ten  thousand,  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 

That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

3  Through  every  period  of  my  life, 
Thy  goodness  I  '11  pursue ; 

And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 


Through  all  eternity,  to  Thee 

A  joyful  song  I'll  raise; 
For,  oh,  eternity's  too  short 

To  utter  all  Thy  praise ! 

Joseph  Addison. 
24  Psalm  90. 

Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 

Our  hope  for  yeai-s  to  come; 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast, 

And  our  eternal  home ! 
Under  the  shadow  of  Thy  throne 

Thy  saints  have  dwelt  secure ; 
Sufficient  is  Thine  arm  alone, 

And  our  defence  is  sure. 
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2  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 

Or  earth  received  her  frame, 
From  everlasting  Thou  art  God, 

To  endless  years  the  same. 
A  thousand  ages,  in  Thy  sight, 

Are  like  an  evening  gone  ; 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night, 

Before  the  rising  sun. 


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3  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream 

Bears  all  its  sons  away ; 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 

Dies  at  the  opening  day. 


Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 

Be  Thou  our  guard  while  troubles  last, 
And  our  eternal  home. 


Isaac  Watts. 


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Great  God !  how  infinite  art  Thou ! 

What  worthless  worms  are  we  ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatures  bow, 

And  pay  their  praise  to  Thee. 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood, 
Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made : 

Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 
Stands  present  in  Thy  view ; 

To  Thee  there 's  nothing  old  appears — 
Great  God !  there 's  nothing  new. 


26  Omnipresence. 

In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  Thee, 
In  vain  my  soul  would  try 

To  shun  Thy  presence,  Lord !  or  flee 
The  notice  of  Thine  eye. 

2  Thine  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 
My  rising  and  my  rest, 

My  public  walks,  my  private  ways, 
And  secrets  of  my  breast. 

3  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 
Before  they're  formed  within; 

And,  ere  my  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  sense  I  mean. 


4  Ourlivesthroughvariousscenesaredrawn,  4  Oh,  wondrous  knowledge,  deep  and  high, 
And  vexed  with  trifling  cares;  Where  can  a  creature  hide? 

While  Thine  eternal  thought  moves  on         Within  Thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 
Thine  undisturbed  affairs.  Enclosed  on  every  side. 


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ITALIAN   HYMN.     6s,  4s. 


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Come,  Thou  Almighty  King, 
Help  us  Thy  name  to  sing, 

Help  us  to  praise  : 
Father!  all-glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come,  and  reign  over  us, 

Ancient  of  Days ! 

2  Come,  Thou  incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  Thy  mighty  sword ; 

Our  prayer  attend ; 
Come,  and  Thy  people  bless, 
And  give  Thy  word  success, 
Spirit  of  holiness! 

On  us  descend. 

3  Come,  holy  Comforter ! 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear, 

In  this  glad  hour : 


Thou,  who  almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  every  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 
Spirit  of  power! 


Anon. 


^O  "Lion  of  Judah." 

Rise,  glorious  Conqueror,  rise 
Into  Thy  native  skies, — 

Assume  Thy  right ; 
And  where  in  many  a  fold 
The  clouds  are  backward  rolled — 
Pass  through  those  gates  of  gold, 

And  reign  in  light ! 

2  Lion  of  Judah — Hail ! 
And  let  Thy  name  prevail 

From  age  to  age ; 
Lord  of  the  rolling  years! 
Claim  for  Thine  own  the  spheres, 
For  Thou  hast  bought  with  tears 

Thy  heritage. 

3  And  then  was  heard  afar 
Star  answering  to  star — 

"Lo!  these  have  come, 
Followers  of  Him  who  gave 
His  life  their  lives  to  save; 
And  now  their  palms  they  wave, 

Brought  safely  home." 

M.  Bridges. 


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29  Christ  is  God. 

MIGHTY  God  !  while  angels  bless  Thee, 
May  a  mortal  lisp  Thy  name  ? 

Lord  of  men,  as  well  as  angels ! 
Thou  art  every  creature's  theme : 

Lord  of  every  land  and  nation  • 
Ancient  of  eternal  days ! 

Sounded  through  the  wide  creation- 
Be  Thy  just  and  awful  praise. 

2  For  the  grandeur  of  Thy  nature, — 
Grand,  beyond  a  seraph's  thought ; 

For  the  wonders  of  creation, 

Works  with  skill  and  kindness  wrought ; 


For  Thy  providence,  that  governs 

Through  Thine  empire's  wide  domain, 

Wings  an  angel,  guides  a  sparrow  ; — 
Blessed  be  Thy  gentle  reign. 

Anon 
OU  Holiness. 

Lord,  Thy  glory  fills  the  heaven  ; 

Earth  is  with  its  fullness  stored ; 
Unto  Thee  be  glory  given, 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 
Heaven  is  still  with  anthems  ringing; 

Earth  takes  up  the  angels'  cry, 
Holy,  holy,  holy,  singing, 

Lord  of  hosts,  Thou  Lord  most  high. 

2  Lord,  Thy  glory  fills  the  heaven ; 

Earth  is  with  its  fullness  stored; 
Unto  Thee  be  glory  given, 

Holy,  holy,  holy  Lord ! 
Thus  Thy  glorious  name  confessing, 

We  adopt  the  angels'  cry, 
Holy,  holy,  holy,  blessing 

Thee,  the  Lord  our  God  most  high ! 

Richard  Mant. 


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31  Psalm  131. 

Quiet,  Lord,  my  froward  heart, 
Make  me  teachable  and  mild, 

Upright,  simple,  free  from  art, 
Make  me  as  a  weaned  child : 

From  distrust  and  envy  free, 

Pleased  with  all  that  pleases  Thee. 

2  What  Thou  shalt  to-day  provide, 
Let  me  as  a  child  receive ; 

What  to-morrow  may  betide, 

Calmly  to  Thy  wisdom  leave: 
'T  is  enough  that  Thou  wilt  care ; 
Why  should  I  the  burden  bear  ? 

3  As  a  little  child  relies 

On  a  care  beyond  his  own, 
Knows  he 's  neither  strong  nor  wise, 

Fears  to  stir  a  step  alone ; — 
Let  me  thus  with  Thee  abide, 
As  my  Father,  Guard,  and  Guide. 

John  Newton. 


32  Gratitude. 

For  the  beauty  of  the  earth, 
For  the  glory  of  the  skies, 

For  the  love  which  from  our  birth 
Over  and  around  us  lies : 

Lord  of  all,  to  Thee  we  raise 

This  our  grateful  psalm  of  praise. 

2  For  the  wonder  of  each  hour 
Of  the  day  and  of  the  night ; 

Hill  and  vale,  and  tree  and  flower, 

Sun  and  moon,  and  stars  of  light ; 
Lord  of  all,  to  Thee  we  raise 
This  our  grateful  psalm  of  praise. 

3  For  the  joy  of  human  love, 
Brother,  sister,  parent,  child ; 

Friends  on  earth,  and  friends  above, 

Pleasures  pure  and  uudefiled  ; 
Lord  of  all,  to  Thee  we  raise 
This  our  grateful  psalm  of  praise. 

Anon. 


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God,  my  King,  Thy  might  confessing, 

Ever  will  I  bless  Thy  name; 
Day  by  day  Thy  throne  addressing, 

Still  will  I  Thy  praise  proclaim. 

2  Nor  shall  fail  from  memory's  treasure, 
Works  by  love  and  mercy  wrought — 

Works  of  love  surpassing  measure, 
Works  of  mercy  passing  thought. 

3  Full  of  kindness  and  compassion, 
Slow  of  anger,  vast  in  love, 

God  is  good  to  all  creation  ; 
All  His  works  His  goodness  prove. 


34  Wisdom  and  Love. 

God  is  love ;  His  mercy  brightens 
All  the  path  in  which  we  rove  ; 

Bliss  He  wakes  and  woe  He  lightens ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

2  Chance  and  change  are  busy  ever ; 
Man  decays,  and  ages  move ; 

But  His  mercy  waneth  never ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

3  Ev'n  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth, 
Will  His  changeless  goodness  prove ; 

From  the  gloom  His  brightness  streameth ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 


4  All  Thy  works,  0  Lord,  shall  bless  Thee,  4  He  with  earthly  cares  entwineth 

Thee  shall  all  Thy  saints  adore  ;  Hope  and  comfort  from  above ; 

King  supreme  shall  they  confess  Thee,  Everywhere  His  glory  shineth ; 

And  proclaim  Thy  sovereign  power.  God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

Richard  Mant.  John  BowrinGi 


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Awake,  our  souls!  away,  our  fears! 

Let  every  trembling  thought  be  gone ; 
Awake,  and  run  the  heavenly  race, 

And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on! 


2  True,  't  is  a  straight  and  thorny  road, 
And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint; 

But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 

Who  feeds  the  strength  of  every  saint — 

3  The  mighty  God,  whose  matchless  power 
Is  ever  new  and  ever  young, 

And  firm  endures,  while  endless  years 
Their  everlasting  circles  run. 


4  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 
We'll  mount  aloft  to  Thine  abode; 

On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly, 
Nor  tire  amid  the  heavenly  road  ! 

Isaac  Watts. 


36  National  Privileges. 

0  God,  beneath  Thy  guiding  hand, 
Our  exiled  fathers  crossed  the  sea, 

And  when  they  trod  the  wintry  strand, 
With  prayer  and  psalm  they  worshiped 
Thee. 

2  Thou  heardst,   well  pleased,   the  song, 

the  prayer — 
Thy  blessing  came ;  and  still  its  power 
Shall  onward  through  all  ages  bear 
The  memory  of  that  holy  hour. 

3  What   change !    through   pathless   wilds 

no  more 
The  fierce  and  naked  savage  roams : 
Sweet  praise,  along  the  cultured  shore, 
Breaks  from  ten  thousand  happy  homes. 

4  And  here  Thy  name,  0  God  of  love, 
Their  children's  children  shall  adore, 

Till  these  eternal  hills  remove, 
And  spring  adorns  the  earth  no  more. 

Leonakd  Bacon. 


SACRED  SONGS. 


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Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise, 
For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days! 
Bounteous  Source  of  every  joy, 
Let  Thy  praise  our  tongues  employ. 
For  the  blessings  of  the  field, 
For  the  stores  the  gardens  yield; 
For  the  fruits  in  full  supply, 
Ripened  'ueath  the  summer  sky; — 

2  All  that  spring  with  bounteous  hand 
Scatters  o'er  the  smiling  land; 
All  that  liberal  autumn  pours 
From  her  rich,  o'erflowing  stores ; 


44 


These  to  Thee,  my  God,  we  owe, 
Source  whence  all  our  blessings  flow ; 
And  for  these  my  soul  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows  and  solemn  praise. 

Mrs.  Anna  L.  Barbauld. 
OO  Independence  Day. 

Swell  the  anthem,  raise  the  song; 
Praises  to  our  God  belong; 
Saints  and  angels  join  to  sing 
Praises  to  the  heavenly  King. 
Blessings  from  His  liberal  hand 
Flow  around  this  happy  land  : 
Kept  by  Him,  no  foes  annoy ; 
Peace  and  freedom  we  enjoy. 

2  Here,  beneath  a  virtuous  sway, 
May  we  cheerfully  obey ; 
Never  feel  oppression's  rod, 
Ever  own  and  worship  God. 
Hark !  the  voice  of  nature  sings 
Praises  to  the  King  of  kings; 
Let  us  join  the  choral  song, 
And  the  grateful  notes  prolong. 

Nathan  Strong. 


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Oh,  give  thanks  to  Him  who  made 
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Source  and  giver  of  all  good, 
Nightly  sleep  and  daily  food ; 
Quickener  of  our  wearied  powers ; 
Guard  of  our  unconscious  hours. 

2  Oh,  give  thanks  to  nature's  King, 
Who  made  every  breathing  thing : 
His,  our  warm  and  sentient  frame, 
His,  the  mind's  immortal  flame. 
Oh,  how  close  the  ties  that  bind 
Spirits  to  the  Eternal  Mind ! 

3  Oh,  give  thanks  with  heart  and  lip, 
For  we  are  His  workmanship ; 

And  all  creatures  are  His  care : 
Not  a  bird  that  cleaves  the  air 
Falls  unnoticed ;  but  who  can 
Speak  the  Father's  love  to  man? 

JOSIAH   CONDER. 


40       "Give  us  Thy  peace." 

Lord  of  mercy  and  of  might, 

God  and  Father  of  us  all, 
Lord  of  day,  and  Lord  of  night, 

Listen  to  our  solemn  call : 
Listen,  whilst  to  Thee  we  raise 
Songs  of  prayer  and  songs  of  praise. 

2  Shed  within  our  hearts,  oh,  shed 
Thine  own  Spirit's  living  flame — 

Love  for  all  whom  Thou  hast  made, 
Love  for  all  who  love  Thy  name : 
Young  and  old  together  bless, 
Clothe  our  souls  with  righteousness. 

3  Father,  give  to  us  Thy  peace : 
May  our  life  on  earth  be  blest; 

When  our  trials  here  shall  cease, 

May  we  enter  into  rest, — 
Rest  within  our  home  above, 
Thee  to  praise,  and  Thee  to  love. 

Reginald  IIebkr. 


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Triumphant  Zion,  lift  thy  head 
From  dust,  and  darkness,  and  the  dead; 
Though  humbled  long,  awake  at  length, 
Aud  gird  thee  with  thy  Saviour's  strength. 

2  Put  all  thy  beauteous  garments  on, 
And  let  thy  various  charms  be  known; 
The  world  thy  glories  shall  confess, 
Decked  in  the  robes  of  righteousness. 

3  No  more  shall  foes  unclean  invade, 
And  fill  thy  hallowed  walls  with  dread ; 
No  more  shall  hell's  insulting  host 
Their  victory  and  thy  sorrows  boast. 


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4  God,  from  on  high,  thy  groans    will 
His  hand  thy  ruins  shall  repair;      [hear; 
Nor  will  thy  watchful  Monarch  cease 
To  guard  thee  in  eternal  peace. 

Philip  Doddridge. 
4^  "  Eye  hath  not  seen." 

Now  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime, 
Rise  from  the  vanities  of  time, 
Draw  back  the  parting  vail,  and  see 
The  glories  of  eternity. 

2  Born  by  a  new  celestial  birth, 
Why  should  we  grovel  here  on  earth  ? 
Why  grasp  at  transitory  toys, 

So  near  to  heaven's  eternal  joys? 

3  Welcome,  sweet  hour  of  full  discharge ! 
That  sets  our  longing  souls  at  large, 
Unbinds  our  chains,  breaks  up  our  cell, 
And  gives  us  with  our  God  to  dwell. 

4  To  dwell  with  God — to  feel  His  love, 
Is  the  full  heaven  enjoyed  above; 
And  the  sweet  expectation  now 

Is  the  young  dawn  of  heaven  below. 

Thomas  Gibbons. 


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Guide  me,  0  Thou  great  Jehovah, 
Pilgrim  through  this  barren  land; 

1  am  weak,  but  Thou  art  mighty ; 

Hold  me  with  Thy  powerful  hand ; 

Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open  Thou  the  crystal  fountain 
Whence  the  healing  streams  do  flow; 

Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through; 

Strong  Deliverer, 
Be  Thou  still  my  Strength  and  Shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 
Bid  my  anxious  fears  subside ; 

Death  of  death !  and  hell's  Destruction ! 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side ; 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  Thee. 

William  Williams. 


44  "Hallelujah." 

Hallelujah  !  best  and  sweetest 
Of  the  hymns  of  praise  above ; 

Hallelujah !  Thou  repeatest, 
Angel  Host,  these  notes  of  love ; 

This  ye  utter, 
While  your  golden  harps  ye  move. 

2  Hallelujah !  Church  Victorious, 
Join  the  concert  of  the  sky ; 

Hallelujah !  bright  and  glorious, 
Lift,  ye  Saints,  this  strain  on  high; 

We,  poor  exiles, 
Join  not  yet  your  melody. 

3  But  our  earnest  supplication, 
Holy  God,  we  raise  to  Thee; 

Visit  us  with  Thy  salvation, 
Make  us  all  Thy  joys  to  see. 

Hallelujah ! 
Ours  at  length  this  strain  shall  be. 

John  Chandler,  u. 


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High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God ! 

Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines; 
Thy  truth  shall  break  through  every  cloud 

That  vails  and  darkens  Thy  designs. 


46  Home  Missions. 

Look  from  Thy  sphere  of  endless  day, 
0  God  of  mercy  and  of  might ! 

In  pity  look  on  those  who  stray, 
Benighted  in  this  land  of  light. 


2  For  ever  firm  Thy  justice  stands, 
As  mountains  their  foundations  keep: 

Wise  are  the  wonders  of  Thy  hands; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 


2  In  peopled  vale,  in  lonely  glen, 
In  crowded  mart,  by  stream  or  sea, 

How  many  of  the  sons  of  men 

Hear  not  the  message  sent  from  Thee ! 


3  From  the  provisions  of  Thy  house 
We  shall  be  fed  with  sweet  repast ; 

There,  mercy  like  a  river  flows, 
And  brings  salvation  to  our  taste. 


3  Send  forth  Thy  heralds,  Lord,  to  call 
The  thoughtless  young,  the  hardened  old, 

A  scattered,  homeless  flock,  till  all 
Be  gathered  to  Thy  peaceful  fold. 


4  Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 
Springs  from  the  presence  of  my  Lord ; 

And  in  Thy  light  our  souls  shall  see 
The  glories  promised  in  Thy  word. 


Isaac  Watts 


4  Then  all  these  wastes,  a  dreary  scene, 
That  makes  us  sadden  as  we  gaze, 

Shall  grow  with  living  waters  green, 
And  lift  to  heaven  the  voice  of  praise. 


William  C.  Bryant. 


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The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 

And  my  salvation  too ; 
God  is  my  strength, — nor  will  I  fear 

What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  desires, — 
Oh,  grant  me  an  abode 

Among  the  churches  of  Thy  saints, — 
The  temples  of  my  God. 

3  There  shall  I  offer  my  requests, 
And  sec  Thy  beauty  still; 

Shall  hear  Thy  messages  of  love, 
And  there  inquire  Thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rise,  and  storms  appear, 
There  may  His  children  hide ; 

God  has  a  strong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  soul  abide. 

Isaac  Watts. 


48  The   Mercy-seat. 

Dear  Father,  to  Thy  mercy-seat 

My  soul  for  shelter  flies : 
'T  is  here  I  find  a  safe  retreat 

When  storms  and  tempests  rise. 

2  My  cheerful  hope  can  never  die, 
If  Thou,  my  God,  art  near ; 

Thy  grace  can  raise  my  comforts  high, 
And  banish  every  fear. 

3  My  great  Protector  and  my  Lord, 
Thy  constant  aid  impart; 

Oh,  let  Thy  kind,  Thy  gracious  word 
Sustain  my  trembling  heart ! 

4  Oh,  never  let  my  soul  remove 
From  this  divine  retreat ! 

Still  let  me  trust  Thy  power  and  love, 
And  dwell  beneath  Thy  feet. 

Anns  Steele. 


SACKED  SONGS. 


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L.  O.  Emerson. 


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49  Psalm  65.  50  A  Joyful  Song. 

Praise,  Lord,  for  Thee  in  Zion  waits;  Sing  to  the  Lord  a  joyful  song; 
Prayer  shall  besiege  Thy  temple  gates;  Lift  up  your  hearts,  your  voices  raise; 

All  flesh  shall  to  Thy  throne  repair,  To  us  His  gracious  gifts  belong, 
And  find,  through  Christ,  salvation  there.        To  Him  our  songs  of  love  and  praise. 


2  How  blest  Thy  saints  !  how  safely  led ! 
How  surely  kept!  how  richly  fed! 
Saviour  of  all  in  earth  and  sea, 
How  happy  they  who  rest  in  Thee! 


2  For  life  and  love,  for  rest  and  food, 
For  daily  help  and  nightly  care, 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  for  He  is  good, 
And  praise  His  name,  for  it  is  fair : — 


3  Thy  hand  sets  fast  the  mighty  hills, 
Thy  voice  the  troubled  ocean  stills; 
Evening  and  morning  hymn  Thy  praise, 
And  earth  Thy  bounty  wide  displays. 


3  For  strength  to  those  who  on  Him  wait, 
His  truth  to  prove,  His  will  to  do, 

Praise  ye  our  God,  for  He  is  great, 
Trust  in  His  name,  for  it  is  true : — 


4  The  year  is  with  Thy  goodness  crowned;  4  For  joys  untold  that  daily  move 

Thy  clouds  drop  wealth  the  world  around ;  Round  those  who  love  His  sweet  employ, 

Through  Thee  the  deserts  laugh  and  sing,  Sing  to  our  God,  for  He  is  love, 

And  nature  smiles  and  owns  her  King.  Exalt  His  name,  for  it  is  joy. 

Henky  F.  Lyte.  I.  S.  B.  Monsbix. 


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For  we  are  weak,  and  need  some  deep  re-      That    Peaceful    stillness  reigneth  ever- 
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Of    trust,   and   strength,   and    calmness 

from  above.  2  Far,  far  beneath,  the  noise  of  tempests 

dieth, 

2  Lord !    we  have  wandered  forth  through      And  silver  waves  chime  ever  peacefully, 

doubt  and  sorrow,  And  no   rude   storm,  how   fierce   soe'er  it 

And  Thou  hast  made  each  step  an  on-  flieth,^ 

ward  one ;  Disturbs  th*e  Sabbath  of  that  deeper  sea. 

And  we  will  ever  trust  each  unknown  mor- 

row»  3  Far,  far  away,  the  roar  of  passion  dieth, 

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3  Now,  1  ather !  now  in  Thy  dear  presence  flipth 

kneeling,  Disturbs  the  soul  that  dwells,  0  Lord,  in 

Our  spirits  yearn  to  feel   Thy   kindling 


love; 


Thee. 


46 


Mrs.  H.  B.  Stowk. 


SACRED  SONGS. 


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Oh,  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 

To  keep  His  statutes  still : 
Oh,  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 

To  know  and  do  His  will. 


54  Power. 

The  Lord,  our  God,  is  full  of  might, 

The  winds  obey  His  will ; 
He  speaks, — and,  in  His  heavenly  height, 

The  rolling  sun  stands  still. 


2  Oh,  send  Thy  Spirit  down,  to  write 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart ; 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 

Or  act  the  liar's  part. 


2  Rebel,  ye  waves,  and  o'er  the  land 
With  threatening  aspect  roar ; 

The  Lord  uplifts  His  awful  hand, 
And  chains  you  to  the  shore. 


3  Order  my  footsteps  by  Thy  word, 
And  make  my  heart  sincere ; 

Let  sin  have  no  dominion,  Lord! 
But  keep  my  conscience  clear. 


3  His  voice  sublime  is  heard  afar, 

In  distant  peals  it  dies ; 
He  yokes  the  whirlwind  to  His  car, 

And  sweeps  the  howling  skies. 


4  Make  me  to  walk  in  Thy  commands — 

'Tis  a  delightful  road; 
Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands, 

Offend  against  my  God. 

Isaac  Watts. 


4  Ye  nations,  bend — in  reverence  bend 
Ye  monarchs,  wait  His  nod, 

And  bid  the  choral  song  ascend 
To  celebrate  your  God. 

Henry  Kirkr  White. 


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Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on ; 

Thus  far  His  power  prolongs  my  days; 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 

Some  fresh  memorial  of  His  grace. 


QO  God  our  Light. 

All  holy,  everliving  One ! 

With  uncreated  splendor  bright ! 
Dai-kuess  may  blot  from  heaven  the  sun, 

Thou  art  my  everlasting  light. 


2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 
And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home, 

But  He  forgives  my  follies  past, 

And  gives  me  strength  fcr  days  to  come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep ; 
Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head ; 

While  well-appointed  angels  keep 

Their  watchful  stations  round  my  bed. 


2  Let  every  star  withhold  its  ray ; 
Clouds  hide  the  earth  and  sky  from  sight; 

Fearless  I  still  pursue  my  way 

Toward  Thee,  my  everlasting  light. 

3  Thou  art  the  only  source  of  da3' ; 
Forgetting  Thee  alone  is  night ; 

All  things  for  which  we  hope  or  pray 
Flow  from  Thine  everlasting  light. 


4  Thus  when  the  night  of  death  shall  come,  4  Still  nearer  Thee  my  soul  would  rise ; 

My  flesh  shall  rest  beneath  the  ground,         Thus  she  attains  her  highest  flight, 
And  wait  Thy  voice  to  break  my  tomb,         And,  as  the  eagle  sunward  flies, 

With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound.  Seeks  Thee,  her  everlasting  light. 


Isaac  Watts. 


Thomas  Hill. 


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And  my  home  is  in  Thine  arms; 

Th«»u  wilt  send  me  help  at  length, 
And  I  feel  no  wild  alarms. 


58         "Thine  for  ever." 

Thine  for  ever !  God  of  love, 
Hear  us  from  Thy  throne  above ! 
Thine  for  ever  may  we  be, 
Here  and  in  eternity ! 


2  "When  my  trials  tarry  long, 

Unto  Thee  I  look  and  wait, 
Knowing  none,  though  keen  and  strong, 

Can  my  trust  in  Thee  abate. 


2  Thine  for  ever !  oh,  how  blest 
They  who  find  in  Thee  their  rest ! 
Saviour,  Guardian,  heavenly  Friend, 
Oh,  defend  us  to  the  end! 


3  And  this  faith  I  long  have  nursed 
Comes  alone,  0  God,  from  Thee ; 

Thou  my  heart  didst  open  first, 
Thou  didst  set  this  hope  in  me. 

4  Let  Thy  mercy's  wings  be  spread 
O'er  me,  keep  me  close  to  Thee ; 

In  the  peace  Thy  love  doth  shed 
Let  me  dwell  eternally. 


C.  WlNKWORTH.  tr. 


3  Thine  for  ever!  Saviour,  keep 
These  Thy  frail  and  trembling  sheep ; 
Safe  alone  beneath  Thy  care, 

Let  us  all  Thy  goodness  share. 

4  Thine  for  ever !  Thou  our  Guide, — 
All  our  wants  by  Thee  supplied, — 
All  our  sins  by  Thee  forgiven, — 
Lead  us,  Lord,  from  earth  to  heaven ! 

Mrs.  Mary  F.  Maude. 


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Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve, 

And  press  with  vigor  on ; 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 

And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 
Hold  thee  in  full  survey; 

Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

3  'T  is  God's  all-animating  voice, 
That  calls  thee  from  on  high, 

'Tis  His  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To   thine  aspiring  eye. 

4  Blest  Saviour,  introduced  by  Thee, 
Have  I  my  race  begun ; 

And,  crowned  with  victory,  at  Thy  feet 
I'll  lay  my  honors  down. 

Philip  Doddridge. 

60  Psalm  23. 

The  Lord's  my  shepherd,  I'll  not  want: 
He  makes  me  down  to  lie 


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In  pastures  green  ;  He  leadeth  me 
The  quiet  waters  by. 

2  My  soul  He  doth  restore  again ; 
And  me  to  walk  doth  make 

Within  the  paths  of  righteousness, 
Ev'n  for  His  own  name's  sake. 

3  Yea,  though  I  walk  in  death's  dark  vale, 
Yet  will  I  fear  no  ill; 

For  Thou  art  with  me,  and  Thy  rod 
And  staff  me  comfort  still. 

4  My  table  Thou  hast  furnished 
In  presence  of  rny  foes ; 

My  head  Thou  dost  with  oil  anoint, 
And  my  cup  overflows. 

5  Goodness  and  mercy,  all  my  life, 
Shall  surely  follow  me ; 

And  in  God's  house  for  evermore 
My  dwelling-place  shall  be. 

Francis  Rous. 


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Come,  0  Creator,  Spirit  blest! 
And  in  our  souls  take  up  Thy  rest; 
Come,  with  Thy  grace,  and  heavenly  aid, 
To  fill  the  hearts  which  Thou  hast  made. 


62  "The  Book  Unfold." 

Come,  blessed  Spirit!  source  of  light! 

Whose  power  and  grace  are  unconfined; 
Dispel  the  gloomy  shades  of  night — 

The  thicker  darkness  of  the  mind. 


2  Great  Comforter !  to  Thee  we  cry ; 
0  highest  gift  of  God  most  high ! 
0  fount  of  life!  0  fire  of  love! 
Send  sweet  anointing  from  above  ! 


2  To  mine  illumined  eyes,  display 

The  glorious  truths  Thy  word  reveals; 

Cause  me  to  run  the  heavenly  way, 
Thy  book  unfold,  and  loose  the  seals. 


3  Kindle  our  senses  from  above, 
And  make  our  hearts  o'erflow  with  love; 
With  patience  firm  and  virtue  high, 
The  weakness  of  our  flesh  supply. 


3  Thine  inward  teachings  make  me  know 
The  mysteries  of  redeeming  love, 

The  vanity  of  things  below, 
And  excellence  of  things  above. 


4  Far  from  us  drive  the  foe  we  dread, 
And  grant  us  Thy  true  peace  instead ; 
So  shall  we  not,  with  Thee  for  guide, 
Turn  from  the  path  of  life  aside. 

Edward  Caswai  .1  ,  tr. 


4  While  through  this  dubious  maze  I  stray, 
Spread,  like  the  sun,  Thy  beams  abroad, 

To  show  the  dangers  of  the  way, 
And  guide  my  feeble  steps  to  God. 

Benjamin  Beddomz. 


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Holt  Father,  Thou  hast  taught  me 

I  should  live  to  Thee  alone ; 
Year  by  year  Thy  hand  hath  brought  me 

On  through  dangers  oft  unknown. 
When  I  wandered,  Thou  hast  found  me ; 

When  I  doubted,  sent  me  light ; 
Still  Thine  arm  has  been  around  me, 

All  my  paths  were  in  Thy  sight. 

2  In  the  world  will  foes  assail  me, 
Craftier,  stronger  far  than  I ; 

And  the  strife  may  never  fail  me, 

Well  I  know,  before  I  die. 
Therefore,  Lord,  I  come  believing 

Thou  canst  give  the  power  I  need; 
Through  the  prayer  of  faith  receiving 

Strength  —  the  Spirit's  strength,  indeed. 

3  I  would  trust  in  Thy  protection, 
Wholly  rest  upon  Thine  arm ; 

Follow  wholly  Thy  direction, 

Thou,  mine  only  guard  from  harm ! 


Keep  me  from  mine  own  undoing, 
Help  me  turn  to  Thee  when  tried, 

Still  my  footsteps,  Father,  viewing, 
Keep  me  ever  at  Thy  side. 

John  M.  Xeai.e. 
64      "What  thy  hand  findeth." 

If  you  cannot  on  the  ocean 

Sail  among  the  swiftest  fleet, 
Rocking  on  the  highest  billows, 

Laughing  at  the  storms  you  meet, 
You  can  stand  among  the  sailors, 

Anchored  yet  within  the  bay, 
You  can  lend  a  hand  to  help  them, 

As  they  launch  their  boat  away. 

2  If  you  are  too  weak  to  journey 

Up  the  mountain  steep  and  high, 
You  can  stand  within  the  valley, 

"While  the  multitude  go  by; 
You  can  chant  iu  happy  measure, 

As  they  slowly  pass  along; 
Though  they  may  forget  the  singer. 

They  will  not  forget  the  song. 


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3  If  y<>u  have  not  gold  and  silver 
Ever  ready  to  command ; 

If  you  cannot  toward  the  needy 
Beaoh  an  ever  open  hand, 

HUMMEL.     C.  M. 


You  can  visit  the  afflicted, 
O'er  the  erring  you  can  weep; 

You  can  be  a  true  disciple 
Sitting  at  the  Saviour's  feet. 

E.  H.  Gates. 

C.  Zeuner. 


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Oh,  for  a  thousand  tougues  to  sing 

My  dear  Redeemer's  praise ! 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 

The  triumphs  of  His  grace! 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God ! 
Assist  me  to  proclaim, 

To  spread  through  all  the  earth  abroad 
The  honors  of  Thy  name. 

3  Jesus — the  name  that  calms  my  fears, 
That  bids  my  sorrows  cease; 

'T  is  music  to  my  ravished  ears ; 
'T  is  life,  and  health,  and  peace. 

4  He  breaks  the  power  of  canceled  sin, 
He  sets  the  prisoner  free ; 

His  blood  can  make  the  foulest  clean; 
His  blood  availed  for  me. 

5  Let  08  obey,  we  then  shall  know, 
Shall  feel  our  sins  forgiven; 


Anticipate  our  heaven  below, 
And  own  that  love  is  heaven. 

Charles  Wesley. 
66  Martyr-faith. 

Glory  to  God!  whose  witness-train, 

Those  heroes  bold  in  faith, 
Could  smile  on  poverty  and  pain, 

And  triumph  ev'n  in  death. 

2  Oh,  may  that  faith  our  hearts  sustain, 
Wherein  they  fearless  stood, 

When,  in  the  power  of  cruel  men, 
They  poured  their  willing  blood. 

3  God  whom  we  serve,  our  God,  can  save, 
Can  damp  the  scorching  flame, 

Can  build  an  ark,  can  smooth  the  wave, 
For  such  as  love  His  name. 

4  Lord !  if  Thine  arm  support  us  still 
With  its  eternal  strength, 

We  shall  o'ercome  the  mightiest  ill, 
And  conquerors  prove  at  length. 

Tr.  fr.  ZlNZENDORP. 


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Arise,  ye  saints,  arise! 

The  Lord  our  Leader  is ; 
The  foe  before  His  banner  flies, 

And  victory  is  His. 

2  We  follow  Thee,  our  Guide, 
Our  Saviour,  and  our  King! 

We  follow  Thee,  through  grace  supplied 
From  heaven's  eternal  spring. 

3  We  soon  shall  see  the  day 
When  all  our  toils  shall  cease; 

When  we  shall  cast  our  arms  away, 
And  dwell  in  endless  peace. 

4  This  hope  supports  us  here ; 
It  makes  our  burdens  light ; 

'T  will  serve  our  drooping  hearts  to  cheer, 
Till  faith  shall  eud  in  sight. 

Thomas  Kei.i.t. 


Oo  Christian  Pilgrims. 

The  people  of  the  Lord 

Are  on  their  way  to  heaven ; 

There  they  obtain  their  great  reward ; 
The  prize  will  there  be  given. 

2  'T  is  conflict  here  below ; 

'T  is  triumph  there,  and  peace : 

On  earth  we  wrestle  with  the  foe; 

In  heaven  our  conflicts  cease. 

3  'Tis  gloom  and  darkness  here; 
'Tis  light  and  joy  above; 

There  all  is  pure,  and  all  is  clear; 
There  all  is  peace  and  love. 

4  There  rest  shall  follow  toil, 
And  ease  succeed  to  care: 

The  victors  there  divide  the  spoil; 
They  sing  and  triumph  there. 

Thomas  Kelly. 


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Come,  0  my  soul!  in  sacred  lays 
Attempt  thy  great  Creator's  praise: 
But,  oh,  what  tongue  can  speak  His  fame? 
What  mortal  verse  can  reach  the  theme? 


70  Psalm  29. 

Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame, 
Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  power; 

Ascribe  due  honors  to  His  name, 
And  His  eternal  migrht  adore. 


2  Enthroned  amid  the  radiant  spheres, 

He  glory  like  a  garment  wears; 

To  form  a  robe  of  light  divine, 

Ten  thousand  suns  around  Him  shine. 


2  The  Lord  proclaims  His  power  aloud, 
O'er  all  the  ocean  and  the  land ; 

His  voice  divides  the  watery  cloud, 
And  lightnings  blaze  at  His  command. 


3  In  all  our  Maker's  grand  designs, 
Almighty  power  with  wisdom  shines ; 
His  works  through  all  this  wondrous  frame 
Declare  the  glory  of  His  name. 


3  The  Lord  sits  Sovereign  on  the  flood ; 

The  Thunderer  reigns  for  ever  King; 
But  makes  His  church  His  blest  abode, 

Where  we  His  awful  glories  sing. 


4  Raised  on  devotion's  lofty  wing, 
Do  thou,  my  soul,  His  glories  sing; 
And  let  His  praise  employ  thy  tongue, 
Till  listening  worlds  shall  join  the  song! 


4  In  gentler  language,  there  the  Lord 
The  counsels  of  His  grace  imparts; 

Amid  the  raging  storm,  His  word 

Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts. 


Thomas  Blacklock. 


Isaac  Watts. 


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Joy  to  the  world ;  the  Lord  is  come ! 

Let  earth  receive  her  King ; 
Let  every  heart  prepare  Him  room, 

And  heaven  and  nature  sing. 

2  Joy  to  the  earth ;  the  Saviour  reigns ; 
Let  men  their  songs  employ ; 

While  fields  and  floods,rocks,hills  and  plains, 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sins  and  sorrows  grow, 
Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground ; 

He  comes  to  make  His  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 
And  makes  the  nations  prove 

The  glories  of  His  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  His  love. 

Isaac  Watts. 

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72  Psalm  116. 

What  shall  I  render  to  my  God, 
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My  feet  shall  visit  Thine  abode, 
My  songs  address  Thy  throne 

2  Among  the  saints  that  fill  Thine  house, 
My  offering  shall  be  paid ; 

There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows, 
My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  Thy  delight, 
Thou  ever  blessed  God! 

How  dear  Thy  servants  in  Thy  sight ! 
How  precious  is  their  blood ! 

4  How  happy  all  Thy  servants  are ! 
How  great  Thy  grace  to  me ! 

My  life,  which  Thou  hast  made  Thy  care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  Thee. 

Isaac  Watts. 


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As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams, 
When  heated  in  the  chase, 

So  longs  rny  soul,  0  God,  for  Thee, 
And  Thy  refreshing  grace. 


74  Protection.— Psalm  34. 

Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life, 

In  trouble,  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 

My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 


2  For  Thee,  my  God— the  living  God, 

My  thirsty  soul  doth  pine, 
Oh,  when  shall  I  behold  Thy  face, 

Thou  Majesty  divine! 


2  Oh,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 
With  me  exalt  His  name! 

When  in  distress  to  Him  I  called, 
He  to  my  rescue  came. 


3  Why  restless,  why  cast  down,  my  soul? 

Trust  God;  who  will  employ 
His  aid  for  thee,  and  change  these  sighs 

To  thankful  hymns  of  joy. 


3  The  hosts  of  God  encamp  around 
The  dwellings  of  the  just; 

Deliverance  He  affords  to  all, 
Who  on  His  succor  trust. 


4  I  sigh  to  think  of  happier  days, 
When  Thou,  O  Lord !  wast  nigh ; 

When  every  heart  was  tuned  to  praise, 
And  none  more  blest  than  I. 

Henry  F.  Lyte. 


4  Oh,  make  but  trial  of  His  love ; 

Experience  will  decide, 
How  blest  are  they,  and  only  they, 

Who  in  His  truth  confide 

Tate  and  Beady. 


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MIGDOL.      L.  M. 


Lowell  Mason. 


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How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair, 
0  Lord  of  hosts !  Thy  dwellings  are ! 
With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints, 
To  meet  the  assemblies  of  Thy  saints. 

2  My  flesh  would  rest  in  Thine  abode, 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God; 
My  God!  my  King!  why  should  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys,  and  Thee? 

3  Blest  are  the  saints  who  sit  on  high, 
Around  Thy  throne  of  majesty ; 

Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love. 

4  Blest  are  the  souls  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  Thy  grace ; 
There  they  behold  Thy  gentler  rays, 
And  seek  Thy  face,  and  learn  Thy  praise. 

Isaac  Watts. 


/6  Psalm  92. 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King. 
To  praise  Thy  name,  give  thanks,  and  sing; 
To  show  Thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  Thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest ; 

No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast ; 
Oh!  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound ! 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  His  works,  and  bless  His  word; 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  shine! 
How  deep  Thy  counsels!  how  divine! 

4  Lord  !  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  heart, 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil  to  cheer  my  head. 

Isaac  Watts. 


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Lord  !  when  we  bend  before  Thy  throne, 

And  our  confessions  pour, 
Oh,  may  we  feel  the  sins  we  own, 

And  hate  what  we  deplore. 


78  Psalm  63. 

Early,  my  God,  without  delay, 
I  haste  to  seek  Thy  face ; 

My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away, 
Without  Thy  cheering  grace. 


2  Our  contrite  spirits  pitying  see ; 
True  penitence  impart: 

And  let  a  healing  ray  from  Thee 
Beam  hope  on  every  heart. 

3  When  we  disclose  our  wants  in  prayer, 
May  we  our  wills  resign ; 

Nor  let  a  thought  our  bosom  share, 
Which  is  not  wholly  Thine. 


2  I  've  seen  Thy  glory  and  Thy  power 
Through  all  Thy  temples  shine ; 

My  God,  repeat  that  heavenly  hour, 
That  vision  so  divine. 

3  Not  life  itself,  with  all  its  joys, 
Can  my  best  passions  move, 

Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  Thy  forgiving  love. 


4  Let  faith  each  meek  petition  fill, 

And  waft  it  to  the  skies; 
And  teach  our  heart  'tis  goodness  still 

That  grants  it  or  denies. 

Jos.  Dacre  Carlyle. 


4  Thus,  till  my  last  expiring  day, 
I'll  bless  my  God  and  King ; 

Thus  will  I  lift  my  hand  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 

Isaac  Watts. 


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PETERBORO'.     C.  M. 


R.  Harrison. 


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79  "The  Rising  Day." 

Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day 

Salutes  thy  waking  eyes ; 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  pay 

To  Him  that  rules  the  skies. 


2  Night  unto  night  His  name  repeats 
The  day  renews  the  sound, 

Wide  as  the  heaven  on  which  He  sits 
To  turn  the  seasons  round. 

3  'Tis  He  supports  my  mortal  frame; 
My  tongue  shall  speak  His  praise ; 

My  sins  would  rouse  His  wrath  to  flame, 
And  yet  His  wrath  delays. 

4  Great  God,  let  all  my  hours  be  Thine, 
While  I  enjoy  the  light ; 

Then  shall  my  sun  in  smiles  decline, 
And  bring  a  pleasant  night 

Isaac  Watts. 


80         .       Psalm  25  :  14. 

Speak  to  me,  Lord,  Thyself  reveal, 
While  here  on  earth  I  rove  ; 

Speak  to  my  heart,  and  let  me  feel 
The  kindling  of  Thy  love. 

2  With  Thee  conversing,  I  forget 
All  time  and  toil  and  care ; 

Labor  is  rest,  and  pain  is  sweet, 
If  Thou,  my  God,  art  here. 

3  Thou  callest  me  to  seek  Thy  face; 
Thy  face,  O  God,  I  seek,— 

Attend  the  whispers  of  Thy  grace, 
And  hear  Thee  inly  speak. 

4  Let  this  my  every  hour  employ, 
Till  I  Thy  glory  see, 

Enter  into  my  Master's  joy, 
And  find  my  heaven  in  Thee. 

Charles  Weslhy. 


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Lord  of  the  worlds  above ! 

How  pleasant,  and  how  fair, 
The  dwellings  of  Thy  love, 
Thine  earthly  temples  are! 
To  Thine  abode  my  heart  aspires, 
With  warm  desires  to  see  my  God. 

2  Oh,  happy  souls  who  pray, 
Where  God  appoints  to  hear ! 

Oh,  happy  men  who  pay 

Their  constant  service  there! 
They  praise  Thee  still;  and  happy  they, 
Who  love  the  way  to  Zion's  hill. 

3  They  go  from  strength  to  strength, 
Through  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 

Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
Till  each  in  heaven  appears ; 
Oh,  glorious  seat,  when  God,  our  King, 
Shall  thither  bring  our  willing  feet! 

Isaac  Watts. 


82  Psalm  43. 

Now,  to  Thy  sacred  house, 
With  joy  I  turn  my  feet, 
Where  saints,  with  morning-vows, 
In  full  assembly  meet : 
Thy  power  divine  shall  there  be  shown, 
And  from  Thy  throne  Thy  mercy  shine. 

2  Oh,  send  Thy  light  abroad ; 
Thy  truth  with  heavenly  ray 

Shall  lead  my  soul  to  God, 
And  guide  my  doubtful  way; 
I  '11  hear  Thy  word  with  faith  sincere, 
And  learn  to  fear  and  praise  the  Lord. 

3  Now  in  Thy  holy  hill, 
Before  Thine  altar,  Lord ! 

My  harp  and  song  shall  sound 
The  glories  of  Thy  word : 
Henceforth,  to  Thee,  0  God  of  grace  ! 
A  hymn  of  praise  my  life  shall  be. 

Timothy  Dwight. 


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My  God !  permit  my  tongue 
This  joy,  to  call  Thee  mine ; 

And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  taste  Thy  love  divine. 

2  My  thirsty  fainting  soul 
Thy  mercy  doth  implore  ; 

Not  travelers,  in  desert  lands, 
Can  pant  for  water  more. 

3  For  life,  without  Thy  love, 
No  relish  can  afford ; 

No  joy  can  be  compared  to  this, — 
To  serve  and  please  the  Lord. 

4  The  shadow  of  Thy  wings 
My  soul  in  safety  keeps; 

I  follow  where  my  Father  leads, 
And  He  supports  my  steps. 

Isaac  Watts. 


o4  "  Be  of  Good  Courage." 

Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears ; 

Hope,  and  be  undismayed  ; 
God  hears  thy  sighs  and  counts  thy  tears ; 

God  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

2  Through  waves,  and  clouds,  and  storms, 
He  gently  clears  thy  way  ; 

Wait  thou  His  time;  so  shall  this  night 
Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

3  The  battle  soon  will  yield, 
If  thou  thy  part  fulfill ; 

For  strong  as  is  the  hostile  shield, 
Thy  sword  is  stronger  still. 

4  Thine  armor  is  divine, 
Thy  feet  with  victory  shod ; 

And  on  thy  head  shall  quickly  shine 
The  diadem  of  God. 

Leonard  Swain. 


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Come,  Thou  soul-transforming  Spirit, 
Bless  the  sower  and  the  seed ; 

Let  each  heart  Thy  grace  inherit ; 
Raise  the  weak,  the  hungry  feed! 

From  the  gospel 
Now  supply  Thy  people's  need. 


86 


"  Father,  hear  us!  " 


God  Almighty  and  All-seeing ! 

Holy  One,  in  whom  we  all 
Live,  and  move,  and  have  our  being, 

Hear  us  when  on  Thee  we  call ; 
Father,  hear  us, 

As  before  Thy  throne  we  fall. 


2  Oh,  may  all  enjoy  the  blessing 

Which  Thy  word's  designed  to  give; 

Let  us  all,  Thy  love  possessing, 
Joyfully  the  truth  receive; 

And  for  ever 
To  Thy  praise  and  glory  live. 

Jonathan  Evans. 


2  Of  all  good  art  Thou  the  Giver; 

Weak  and  wandering  ones  are  we; 
Then  for  ever,  yea,  for  ever, 

In  Thy  presence  would  we  be ; 
Oh,  be  near  us, 

That  we  wander  not  from  Thee. 

F.  S.   PlERPONT. 


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Still,  still  with  Thee,  my  God, 

I  would  desire  to  be: 
By  day,  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  would  be  still  with  Thee. 


88  "He  careth." 

How  gentle  God's  commands ! 

How  kind  His  precepts  are ! 
Come,  cast  your  burdens  on  the  Lord, 

And  trust  His  constant  care. 


2  With  Thee,  when  dawn  comes  in, 
And  calls  me  back  to  care, 

Each  day  returning  to  begin 
With  Thee,  my  God,  in  prayer. 

3  With  Thee,  when  day  is  done, 
And  evening  calms  the  mind; 

The  setting,  as  the  rising,  sun 
With  Thee  my  heart  would  find. 

4  With  Thee,  in  Thee,  by  faith 
Abiding  I  would  be ; 

By  day,  by  night,  in  life,  in  death, 
I  would  be  still  with  Thee. 

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2  Beneath  His  watchful  eye 
His  saints  securely  dwell; 

That  hand  which  bears  creation  up 
Shall  guard  His  children  well. 

3  Why  should  this  anxious  load 
Press  down  your  weary  mindT 

Haste  to  your  heavenly  Father's  throne, 
And  sweet  refreshment  find. 

4  His  goodness  stands  approved, 
Unchanged  from  day  to  day  : 

I  '11  drop  my  burden  at  His  feet, 
And  bear  a  song  away. 

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Heavenly  Father,  grant  Thy  blessing 
On  the  teaching  of  this  day ; 

That  our  hearts,  Thy  fear  possessing, 
May  from  sin  be  turned  away. 


90  Benevolent  Efforts. 

Cast  thy  bread  upon  the  waters, 
Thinking  not  'tis  thrown  away; 

God  Himself  saith,  thou  shalt  gather 
It  again  some  future  day. 


2  Have  we  wandered?  oh,  forgive  us, 
Have  we  wished  from  truth  to  rove  T 

Turn,  oh,  turn  us,  and  receive  us, 
And  incline  us  Thee  to  love. 


2  Cast  thy  bread  upon  the  waters ; 

Wildly  though  the  billows  roll, 
They  but  aid  thee  as  thou  toilest 

Truth  to  spread  from  pole  to  pole. 


3  Through  the  day,  Lord,  Thou  hast  given 
Strength  sufficient  for  our  need; 

Cheered  us  with  sweet  hopes  of  heaven, 
Helped  and  comforted  indeed. 


3  As  the  seed,  by  billows  floated, 
To  some  distant  island  lone, 

So  to  human  souls  benighted, 
That  thou  flingest  may  be  borne. 


4  Lord,  we  thank  Thee,  and  adore  Thee, 

For  the  solace  of  Thy  love ; 
And  rejoicing  thus  before  Thee, 

Wait  Thy  blessing  from  above! 


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4  Cast  thy  bread  upon  the  waters ; 

Why  wilt  thou  still  doubting  stand? 
Bounteous  shall  God  send  the  harvest, 

If  thou  sow'st  with  liberal  hand. 

Mrs  P.  A.  Hanafokd. 


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Oh!  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 
To  God,  the  sovereign  King : 

Let  all  the  lands  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 

2  Jesus,  our  God,  ascends  on  high; 

His  heavenly  guards  around 
Attend  Him  rising  through  the  sky, 

With  trumpets'  joyful  sound. 


92  Longing  for  Holiness. 

Oh,  wherefore,  Lord,  doth  Thy  dear  praise 

But  tremble  on  my  tongue? 
Why  lack  my  lips  sweet  skill  to  raise 

A  full,  triumphant  song? 

2  Oh,  make  me,  Lord,  Thy  statutes  learn; 

Keep  in  Thy  ways  my  feet ; 
Then  shall  my  lips  divinely  burn  ; 

Then  shall  my  songs  be  sweet. 


3  While  angels  shout  and  praise  their  King,  3  Each  sin  I  cast  away  shall  make 
Let  mortals  learn  their  strains;  My  soul  more  strong  to  soar; 

Let  all  the  earth  His  honor  sing; —  Each  work  I  do  for  Thee  shall  wake 
O'er  all  the  earth  He  reigns.  A  strain  divine  the  more. 

4  Rehearse  His  praise,  with  awe  profound;  4  My  voice  shall  more  delight  Thine  ear, 
Let  knowledge  lead  the  song ;  The  more  I  wait  on  Thee  ; 

Nor  mock  Him  with  a  solemn  sound  Thy  service  bring  my  song  more  near 
Upon  a  thoughtless  tongue.  The  angelic  harmony. 


Isaac  Watts. 


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The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare, 
And  feed  me  with  a  shepherd's  care; 
His  presence  shall  my  wants  supply, 
And  guard  me  with  a  watchful  eye: 
My  noon-day  walks  He  shall  attend, 
And  all  my  midnight  hours  defend. 

2  When  in  the  sultry  glebe  I  faint, 
Or  on  the  thirsty  mountain  pant, 
To  fertile  vales  and  dewy  meads, 

My  weary,  wandering  steps  He  leads, 
Where  peaceful  rivers,  soft  and  slow, 
Amid  the  verdant  landscape  flow. 

3  Though  in  a  bare  and  rugged  way, 
Through  devious,  lonely  wilds  I  stray, 
Thy  bounty  shall  my  pains  beguile, 
The  barren  wilderness  shall  smile, 

With  sudden  greens  and  herbage  crowned, 
And  streams  shall  murmur  all  around. 

Joseph  Addison. 


94  Divine  and  Human. 

0  LOVE,  who  formedst  me  to  wear 

The  image  of  Thy  Godhead  here ; 
Who  soughtest  me  with  tender  care 
Thro'  all  my  wanderings  wild  and  drear; 
0  Love,  I  give  myself  to  Thee, 
Thine  ever,  only  Thine  to  be. 

2  0  Love,  who  ere  life's  earliest  dawn 
On  me  Thy  choice  has  gently  laid ; 

0  Love,  who  here  as  Man  wast  born, 
And  like  to  us  in  all  things  made : 
0  Love,  I  give  myself  to  Thee, 
Thine  ever,  only  Thine  to  be. 

3  0  Love,  who  once  in  time  wast  slain, 
Pierced  thro'  and  thro'  with  bitter  woe ; 

0  Love,  who  wrestling  thus  didst  gain 
That  we  eternal  joy  might  know ; 
0  Love,  I  give  myself  to  Thee, 
Thine  ever,  only  Thine  to  be. 

C.  WlNKWORTH,  tr. 


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How  precious  is  the  book  divine, 

By  inspiration  given ! 
Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine, 

To  guide  our  souls  to  heaven. 

2  O'er  all  the  strait  and  narrow  way 
Its  radiant  beams  are  cast ; 

A  light  whose  never  weary  ray 
Grows  brightest  at  the  last. 

3  It  sweetly  cheers  our  drooping  hearts, 
In  this  dark  vale  of  tears ; 

Life,  light,  and  joy,  it  still  imparts, 
And  quells  our  rising  fears. 


96  Psalm  119. 

How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts, 
And  guard  their  lives  from  sin  t 

Thy  word  the  choicest  rules  imparts 
To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 
It  spreads  such  light  abroad  ; 

The  meanest  souls  instruction  find, 
And  raise  their  thoughts  to  God. 

3  'T  is  like  the  sun,  a  heavenly  light, 
Th;it  guides  us  all  the  day ; 

And,  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 


4  This  lamp,  through  all  the  tedious  night  4  Thy  precepts  make  me  truly  wise; 

Of  life,  shall  guide  our  way,  I  hate  the  sinner's  road  ; 

Till  we  behold  a  clearer  light  I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rise, 

Of  an  eternal  day  But  love  Thy  law,  my  God ! 

John  Fawcktt.  Isaac  Watts. 


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My  country!  'tis  of  thee, 
Sweet  land  of  liberty, 

Of  thee  I  sing; 
Land  where  my  fathers  died! 
Land  of  the  Pilgrims'  pride! 
From  every  mountain  side 

Let  freedom  ring! 

2  My  native  country,  thee — 
Land  of  the  noble,  free — 

Thy  name  I  love; 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills; 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills 

Like  that  above. 

3  Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees 

Sweet  freedom's  song: 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake; 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake; 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break, 

The  sound  prolong. 


4  Our  fathers'  God!  to  Thee, 
Author  of  liberty, 

To  Thee  we  sing: 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  freedom's  holy  light; 
Protect  us  by  Thy  might, 

Great  God,  our  King! 

Samuel  F.  Smith. 


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God  bless  our  noble  State, 
And  make  her  doubly  great, 

In  progress  grand, 
Nor  fear  to  right  the  wrong, 
Protect  among  the  throng 
The  weak  as  well  as  6trong 

By  her  command. 

2  Long  may  her  banner  bright, 
Wave  in  the  morning  light, 

And  all  her  laws, 
Approved  by  justice  stand, 
Her  sons  a  manly  band, 
Her  daughters  hand  in  hand, 

The  home  her  cause. 


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O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave! 

3  And  where  is  that  band  who  so  vauntingly  swore 

That  the  havoc  of  war  and  the  battle's  confusion 
A  home  and  a  country  should  leave  us  no  more? 

Their  blood  has  washed  out  their  foul  footstep's  pollution. 
No  refuge  could  save  the  hireling  and  slave 
From  the  terror  of  flight  or  the  gloom  of  the  grave; 

Chorus. 
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O'er  the  bind  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave! 

4  O,  thus  be  it  ever  when  freemen  shall  stand 

Between  their  loved  homes  and  war's  desolation! 
Blest  with  vict'ry  and  peace,  may  the  Heaven-rescued  land 

Praise  the  Power  that  hath  made  and  preserved  us  a  nation. 
Then  conquer  we  must,  when  our  cause  it  is  just, 
And  this  be  our  motto,  "In  God  is  our  trust"; 

Chorus. 
And  the  star-spangled  banner  in  triumph  shall  wave 
O'er  the  land  of  the  free  and  the  home  of  the  brave! 

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INDEX   OF  FIRST  LINES. 


No.  Page 

56 . .  All  holy,  everliving  One 32 

99 . .  America,  so  proud  and  free 54 

67.  .Arise,  ye  saints,  arise 38 

73 . .  As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling 41 

2.  .As  pants  the  wearied  hart 5 

59.  .Awake,  my  soul,  stretch  every  nerve  34 
35.  .Awake,  our  souls!  away  our  fears. .  22 

90.  .Cast  thy  bread  upon  the  waters  ...  49 

102.  .Columbia,  the  gem  of  the  ocean. ...  58 

62.  .Come,  blessed  Spirit !  source 35 

61 . .  Come,  O  Creator,  Spirit  blest 35 

69.  .Come,  0  my  soul !  in  sacred  lays. . .  39 
11..  Come,  sound  His  praise  abroad 10 

4.  .Come,  Spirit,  source  of  light 6 

27..  Come,  Thou  Almighty  King 18 

.  85   .Come,  Thou  soul-transforming 47 

48 .  .Dear  Father,  to  Thy  mercy-seat ....  28 

78.  .Early,  my  God,  without  delay 43 

6.  .Everlasting  arms  of  love 7 

51 . .  Father !  in  Thy  mysterious 30 

101 .  .Flag  of  the  free,  fairest  to  see 57 

32 . .  For  the  beauty  of  the  earth ....  20 

70.  .Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  sons  of  fame. .  39 

81 . .  Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears 46 

66.  .Glory  to  God!  whose  witness-train.  37 

86 . .  God  Almighty  and  All-seeing 47 

98.  .God  bless  our  noble  state 53 

34.  .God  is  love;  His  mercy  brightens  . .   21 

33.  .God,  my  King,  Thy  might 21 

20.  .God  of  the  world!  Thy  glories  shine  14 

7.  .Grant  us  Thy  light,  that  we  may. . .     8 
25.. Great  God!  bow  infinite  art  Thou..   17 

43.  .Guide  me,  O  Thou  great  Jehovah  . .   26 

44.  .Hallelujah!  best  and  sweetest 26 

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No.  Page 

89.  .Heavenly  Father,  grant  Thy 49 

45.  .High  in  the  heavens,  eternal  God  .  27 
63 . .  Holy  Father,  Thou  bast  taught  me . .  36 

15.  .Holy,  holy,  holy,  Lord 12 

88.  .How  gentle  God's  commands 48 

75.  .How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair  ...  42 

95.  .How  precious  is  the  book  divine  ...  52 

96.  .How  shall  the  young  secure  their  .  .  52 

64.  .If  you  cannot  on  the  ocean 36 

26.  .In  all  my  vast  concerns  with  Thee. .  17 

71.  .Joy  to  the  world;  the  Lord  is  come  .  40 

46.  .Look  from  Thy  sphere  of  endless.  .  27 

3.  .Lord,  bid  Thy  light  arise 6 

9.  .Lord  God  of  Hosts,  by  all  adored. . .  9 

22.  .Lord,  my  weak  thought  in  vain  ....  15 

21.  .Lord  of  all  being;  throned  afar  ....  15 

16.  .Lord  of  earth!  Thy  forming  hand  .  .  12 

40.  .Lord  of  mercy  and  of  might 24 

81 . .  Lord  of  the  worlds  above 45 

57.  .Lord,  Thou  art  my  Rock  of  strength  33 

30.  .Lord,  Thy  glory  fills  the  heaven 19 

5.  .Lord,  we  come  before  Thee  now  ...  7 

14.  .Lord,  when  my  raptured  thought  . .  11 

77.  .Lord!  when  we  bend  before  Thy   .  .  43 

29.  .Mighty  God!  while  angels  bless.  ...  19 

97 . .  My  country !  't  is  of  thee 53 

10.  .My  God,  how  endless  is  Thy  love. .  9 

83.  .My  God!  permit  my  tongue 46 

42.  .Now  let  our  souls,  on  wings 25 

82.  .Now,  to  Thy  sacred  house 45 

36.  .0  God,  beneath  Thy  guiding  hand  .  22 

1 .  .Oh,  come,  and  let  us  all  with  one. . .  5 

91 .  .  Oh!  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 50 


INDEX    OF   FIRST   LLXFS. 


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No.  Page 

65. .'  >h,  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing.  :;t 
88. .Oh,  give  thanks  to  Him  who  made.  2t 

lit:;.  .Oh,  say,  can  you  Bee,  by  the  dawn's  60 

68.  .Oh,  thai  the  Lord  would  guide 31 

92.  .Oh,  wherefore,  Lord,  doth  Thy  dear  50 

8.  .0  Lord,  how  full  of  sweet  content.  .     8 

19.  .» »  Love  Divine  !  that  Btooped  to.  ...    14 

94.  .0  Love,  who  formedsl  me  to  wear. .  61 

79.  .Once  more,  my  soul,  the  rising  day.  44 

17.  .On  mountains  and  in  valleys 13 

24.  .Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  past 16 

49.  .Praise,  Lord,  for  Thee  in  Zion. . ...  29 
37.  .Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise 23 

31.  .Quiet,  Lord,  my  froward  heart  ....  20 

28.  .Rise,  glorious  Conqueror,  rise 18 

50.  .Sing  to  the  Lord  a  joyful  song 29 

80.  .Speak  to  me,  Lord,  Thyself  reveal. .  44 


No.  Paoe 

12.  .Stand  up,. and  bless  the  Lord 10 

87.  .Still,  still  with  Thee,  my  God 48 

76.  .Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God 42 

38.  .Swell  the  anthem,  raise  the  song. ...   23 

100.  .The  breaking  waves  dashed  high. ...  55 

93.  .The  Lord  my  pasture  shall  prepare.  .  51 

47.  .The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light 28 

54.  .The  Lord,  our  God,  is  full  of  might.  31 
00.  .The  Lord  's  my  Shepherd,  I  '11  not.  .  :!4 

68.  .The  people  of  the  Lord 38 

58 . .  Thine  forever  !  God  of  love 33 

13.  .Thou  grace  divine  encircling  all 11 

74.  .Through  all  the  changing  scenes. ...  41 

55.  .Thus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on. . . .  :!2 

18 . .  'T  is  not  that  I  did  choose  Thee 13 

41.  .Triumphant  Zion,  lift  thy  head 25 

72.  .What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 40 

23.  .When  all  Thy  mercies,  O  my  God. . .   16 
52.  .When  winds  are  raging  o'er  the 30 


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